Didn't See It Coming // c.s.

it's official

A/N sorry i haven't updated in over a week!

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I  was thrumming my chipped blue nails on Cody's knee.. This is Definitely awkward. Pretty much the entire family is lounging in the living room and no one's talking Alli and Jess are both squished on the recliner and Cody, Josh and I are lounging on the couch.

Alli's tapping away on her iphone, probably on twitter, or texting Jake. Jess is staring hungrily at Josh while Josh is staring hungrily at Alli.

I'm pretending to watch the TV, although I never can get into E!. Why is this always on at both of our houses? It's so stupid.

Cody has his arm slung over my shoulder, and the other drawing patterns on my thigh. He's always drawing some kind of pattern on some part of my body. Literally all the time, I just now noticed that.

"If I was your boyfriend I'd never let cha go" Cody's phone.

"AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH" I burst into hysterics. "That's your ringtone?!"

"Don't judge, can't a boy fanboy?"

"NO!" Alli and I yelled at the same time.

Josh just chuckled and Jess looked at us all with a blank expression.

"Okay, Okay. Shut up, it's my mom." He hastily unlocked his phone, "Hey, mom." he paused , she talked for a few minutes. I tried to hear what she was saying, but it was nearly impossible.

**CODYS POV**

"Hey, mom."

"Where are you? You're not with Taylor are you? I swear to god if you are I will ground you until you're eighteen and you will never see the light again."

"Calm down mom. Alli and I are at the mall with Madison."

"Really? Let me talk to Madison then." shit.

"Um, she's in Victoria's Secret... I don't wanna go in there mom."

"Go. Now."

"They're trying on underwear!"

"Fine. Have Madison call me in fifteen minutes, or you're grounded,"

"Okay mom, bye, love you." I sighed running my hands down my face. "Ugh! I wish she wasn't so damn controlling!"

"Shh! My Grandmas upstairs!" Taylor whispered-shouted.

"No she's not," Jess replied blankly. 

**TAYLORS POV**

My heart slowed. "Thank God. Why were you talking about Victoria's secret?" I asked, turning towards Cody, truly curious.

"I.. Sorta kinda told my mom Alli and I are at the mall with Madison?" he said it like it was a question.

"You say that like I'll be mad," I said plainly.

"Well, you are the jealous type, Tay."

"AM NOT!" I retorted, "WE AREN'T EVEN TOGETHER, WHY THE HELL WOULD I BE JEALOUS OF A THIRTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL?!"

he smirked. "Definitely jealous. " I huffed, lifting myself off of the couch.

I'm not jealous! Am I? No way. I don't get jealous! Shea not even that pretty! Okay, thats a lie. She's gorgeous, and you can tell she has a thing for Cody. But we aren't even "going steady" so there is no damn reason to be jealous. Therefor, I'm not. I can't be.

I paced over to the stairs. I'm not jealous!

"Aw, come on, babe! I was just kidding!"

"Its fine," I kept walking. Honestly, I was pissed. Sure, maybe I did over react, but it didn't seem like it at the time. I was offended over all. It's like he was telling me that I should be jealous of Madison. Well, on the bright side, at least he didn't say Kylie. Then all hell would've broke loose. But why would I get jealous of Madison? There were hardly even rumors of them dating.

I strode over to the balcony and hoisted myself onto the railing. I turned so that my legs were dangling off the other side, and my back to the door. 

I heard the door slide open "Taylor-"

I cut him off

"I'm not jealous! I'm not mad because I'm jealous I'm mad because you called me jealous!"

"I'm sorry," he sounded so sad. Ugh! Why does he always have to do that to me?

I turned around and hopped down off of the railing. He was standing closer than I thought, and he jumped back to avoid getting kneed where the sun don't shine.

I walked over to him and slung my arms around his neck. He put his arms around my waist and lowered his head so that our foreheads were touching. He was scanning my eyes, and his blue green irises were darting back and forth from one of my eyes to the next.

"Roses are red," he whispered, and I chuckled

"Violets are blue," I whispered back, continuing the poem

"I wish you were my girlfriend," my breath caught. That's not the words. Did I imagine that? No. No way. I heard it plain as day. I rose onto my tip toes and pecked him on the lips.

"Your wish just came true,"